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  • e wand spun around once and pointed toward his right, into

  • solid hedge. That way was north, and he knew that he needed to go

  • northwest for the center of the maze. The best he could do was to

  • take the left fork and go right again as soon as possible.

  • The path ahead was empty too, and when Harry reached a right

  • turn and took it, he again found his way unblocked. Harry didn't

  • know why, but the lack of obstacles was unnerving him. Surely he

  • should have met something by now? It felt as though the maze were

  • luring him into a false sense of security. Then he heard movement

  • right behind him. He held out his wand, ready to attack, but its

  • beam fell only upon Cedric, who had just hurried out of a path on

  • the right-hand side. Cedric looked severely shaken. The sleeve of

  • his robe was smoking.

  • "Hagrid's Blast-Ended Skrewts!" he hissed. "They're enormous -

  • I only just got away!"

  • He shook his head and dived out of sight, along another

  • path. Keen to put plenty of distance between himself and the skrewts,

  • Harry hurried off again. Then, as he turned a corner, he saw ... a

  • dementor gliding toward him. Twelve feet tall, its face hidden by

  • its hood, its rotting, scabbed hands outstretched, it advanced,

  • sensing its way blindly toward him. Harry could hear its rattling

  • breath; he felt clammy coldness stealing over him, but knew what

  • he had to do....

  • He summoned the happiest thought he could, concentrated

  • with all his might on the thought of getting out of the maze and

  • celebrating with Ron and Hermione, raised his wand, and cried,

  • "Expecto Patronum!"

  • A silver stag erupted from the end of Harry's wand and galloped

  • toward the dementor, which fell back and tripped over the hem of

  • its robes. . . . Harry had never seen a dementor stumble.

  • "Hang on!" he shouted, advancing in the wake of his silver

  • Patronus, "You're a boggart!

  • Riddikulus!"

  • There was a loud crack, and the shape-shifter exploded in a

  • wisp of smoke. The silver stag faded from sight. Harry wished it

  • could have stayed, he could have used some company...but he moved

  • on, quickly and quietly as possible, listening hard, his wand held

  • high once more.

  • Left ... right... left again . . . Twice he found himself facing

  • dead ends. He did the Four-Point Spell again and found that he was

  • going too far east. He turned back, took a right turn, and saw an

  • odd golden mist floating ahead of him.

  • Harry approached it cautiously, pointing the wand's beam at

  • it. This looked like some kind of enchantment. He wondered whether

  • he might be able to blast it out of the way.

  • "Recio!" he said.

  • The spell shot straight through the mist, leaving it intact. He

  • supposed he should have known better; the Rector Curse was for

  • solid objects. What would happen if he walked through the mist? Was

  • it worth chancing it, or should he double back?

  • He was still hesitating when a scream shattered the silence.

  • "Fleur?" Harry yelled.

  • There was silence. He stared all around him. What had happened

  • to her? Her scream seemed to have come from somewhere ahead. He

  • took a deep breath and ran through the enchanted mist.

  • The world turned upside down. Harry was hanging from the ground,

  • with his hair on end, his glasses dangling off his nose, threatening

  • to fall into the bottomless sky. He clutched them to the end of

  • his nose and hung there, terrified. It felt as though his feet were

  • glued to the grass, which had now become the ceiling. Below him the

  • dark, star-spangled heavens stretched endlessly. He felt as though

  • if he tried to move one of his feet, he would fall away from the

  • earth completely.

  • Think, he told himself, as all the blood rushed to his head,

  • think. . .

  • But not one of the spells he had practiced had been designed

  • to combat a sudden reversal of ground and sky. Did he dare move

  • his foot? He could hear the blood pounding in his ears. He had two

  • choices - try and move, or send up red sparks, and get rescued and

  • disqualified from the task.

  • He shut his eyes, so he wouldn't be able to see the view of

  • endless space below him, and pulled his right foot as hard as he

  • could away from the grassy ceiling.

  • Immediately, the world righted itself. Harry fell forward onto

  • his knees onto the wonderfully solid ground. He felt temporarily

  • limp with shock. He took a deep, steadying breath, then got up

  • again and hurried forward, looking back over his shoulder as he ran

  • away from the golden mist, which twinkled innocently at him in

  • the moonlight.

  • He paused at a junction of two paths and looked around for some

  • sign of Fleur. He was sure it had been she who had screamed. What

  • had she met? Was she all right? There was no sign of red sparks -

  • did that mean she had got herself out of trouble, or was she in

  • such trouble that she couldn't reach her wand? Harry took the right

  • fork with a feeling of increasing unease . . . but at the same time,

  • he couldn't help thinking. One champion down. . .

  • The cup was somewhere close by, and it sounded as though Fleur

  • was no longer in the running. He'd got this far, hadn't he? What if

  • he actually managed to win? Fleetingly, and for the first time since

  • he'd found himself champion, he saw again that image of himself,

  • raising the Triwizard Cup in front of the rest of the school. . . .

  • He met nothing for ten minutes, but kept running into dead

  • ends. Twice he took the same wrong turning. Finally, he found

  • a new route and started to jog along it, his wandlight waving,

  • making his shadow flicker and distort on the hedge walls. Then he

  • rounded another corner and found himself facing a Blast-Ended Skrewt.

  • Cedric was right - it was enormous. Ten feet long, it looked more

  • like a giant scorpion than anything. Its long sting was curled over

  • its back. Its thick armor glinted in the light from Harry's wand,

  • which he pointed at it.

  • "Stupefy!"

  • The spell hit the skrewt's ar



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C. 哪里可以代理充值软件

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您好区别就在于一个可以代理此软件，一个是不可以的。我愿意帮助您。详情问我

F. 在哪里代理充值软件

我这里，希望能给你带来帮助

G. 如果做充值软件代理

冰冰做虚拟充值代理的，如果方便的话，我们可以交流一下，帮你解答一些问题，网络名

H. 网上如何做充值代理

建议您在网上搜索一下‘充值’看看有多少条相关的信息，看看有多少人在做，看看到底有多少利润空间可图！
我早在3年前就结束了充值代理业务，原因就是生
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淡，做的人太多，就连QQ主面板上都有了‘充’字的便捷入口，商城、官方店、诚保店等等多如牛毛！我个人认为经已没有什么利润空间可图了！个人建议您放弃！